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"Just kill me……"
Kujo Aya closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
Her voice was weak, yet it carried a hint of pleading for relief; death was her only wish at that moment.
At this moment, death seems to be the only and best way out for her, freeing her from this humiliation and pain.
However, Su Chen's next move plunged her into an abyss of fear that was deeper and more boundless than death.
"Kill you?"
Su Chen's lips slowly curved into a mocking smile.
That smile was icy cold, devoid of any warmth, like the Siberian wind.
It contains an almost cruel irony and a kind of all-knowing understanding.
"No, that would be too wasteful."
His voice was soft, yet like the tongue of a venomous snake, coldly licking every inch of Kujo Aya's exposed nerves.
"Your identity and your body have even greater value to me."
Each word was like an invisible shackle, condemning her to eternal imprisonment with no possibility of escape.
He snapped his fingers.
A crisp sound suddenly echoed in the empty space, breaking the deathly silence.
On the ceiling, several hidden metal modules slid open silently, revealing the complex structure beneath.
Several mechanical arms, gleaming with a chilling light, slowly descended, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.
Their structures are intricate and complex, with smooth lines, exuding a cold, futuristic feel and inhuman efficiency.
It was equipped with various exquisite instruments that Kujo Aya had never seen before, shimmering with a ghostly blue light, and exuding a dangerous aura.
The robotic arms precisely located their targets.
They firmly fixed the nine immobile ribbons to the cold ground, allowing no resistance whatsoever.
The cold touch of the metal, penetrating through the tattered clothing, stung her skin like a venomous snake, sending chills down her spine.
"You...what are you going to do?!"
Kujo Aya finally spoke, her voice sharp with extreme fear.
That voice was filled with fear and despair from the depths of one's soul.
She struggled violently, using her last bit of strength, but the mechanical arm's strength far exceeded her expectations, holding her down firmly and immobilizing her like a fish on a chopping board.
"nothing."
Su Chen's voice was like a devil's whisper in your ear, gentle yet deadly.
With a chilling "gentleness," it was as if they were just doing an ordinary job.
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"It's just a small 'system upgrade' for you."
He didn't even glance at her, as if she were a trivial object rather than a once vibrant life.
He immediately activated the forbidden program that would terrify the "museum" and all those who would pry into his mind.
Humagear Conversion Program!
A metal helmet, filled with complex data interfaces, extends from one of the robotic arms, exuding an ominous aura.
It flashed a dangerous red light, like the eyes of a demon.
The helmet slowly descended, cold and heavy, and precisely covered Kujo Aya's head.
The cold, metallic edge pressed tightly against her scalp, extinguishing her last hope.
“Ahhhhh——!”
A bloodcurdling scream, so shrill it was inhuman, suddenly erupted and pierced the sky.
The silence of the laboratory was instantly shattered, echoing in every corner.
An unimaginably massive torrent of data, like a raging torrent bursting its banks, a landslide, a tsunami, began to flood her mind.
. ...... ....
Her consciousness was instantly shattered and reduced to nothingness by this brute force.
Her personality, in the face of the powerful flow of data, is like a candle flickering in the wind, teetering on the brink of collapse, ready to be extinguished at any moment.
Her memories—those precious, painful, joyful, and sorrowful past experiences belonging to the human being "Kujou Aya"—are being forcibly digitized.
It was coldly broken down and scattered into its most primitive code.
It was ruthlessly rewritten and implanted with entirely new instructions!
Every neuron was screaming in agony, enduring inhuman torture.
Every cell trembled in despair, feeling life slipping away.
Everything about her as a "human being," the foundation of her existence, and all the qualities that make her "her," are being completely and irreversibly stripped away and shattered.
Finally, the screams gradually faded, like embers flickering in the wind.
Then, it came to an abrupt end.
A deathly silence, like thick ink, once again enveloped the entire space.
Kujo Aya, the once proud, powerful elite undercover agent belonging to the "museum".
She vanished from this world in the most thorough way, leaving no trace.
Instead.
He was a lifeless being with empty eyes, like a machine that had just come out of the factory.
She slowly rose from the cold ground.
The movements were slightly stiff, yet they possessed a strange, inhuman sense of coordination.
Two points of eerie blue light flickered gently near his ears, like will-o'-the-wisps in the deep sea, emanating a chilling aura.
The all-new "Humagear" has been born.
She walked up to Su Chen.
His steps were incredibly precise, each step perfectly timed, as if programmed.
Then, respectfully, he knelt down on one knee.
The head was bowed low, signifying absolute and unquestionable obedience.
"As you wish, my master."
The voice was steady, devoid of any human emotional fluctuations, like a synthesized electronic sound.
Only pure, cold, absolute loyalty to the creator is engraved in her core program.
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Turn former enemies into your most loyal subordinates.
For Su Chen, this was far more than just a simple replenishment of combat power.
It was also a deeply satirical and merciless mockery of Sonozaki Ryubei, the underground emperor, filled with extreme morbid humor.
He could almost clearly imagine it.
When that old fellow Ryūbei learned from some secret channel that his ace spy, the one he had painstakingly planted, the one on whom he had placed so much hope, "Kujō Aya," had been transformed into a "masterpiece" he had created himself.
What twisted and wonderful expressions will appear on that wrinkled old face?
Su Chen's gaze fell on the brand-new "Humagear policewoman" in front of him.
A barely perceptible smile curved the corners of his mouth, a smile of victorious satisfaction tinged with mockery.
Yes, her body, that perfect shell that once belonged to the human Kujo Aya, still exists.
However, the core driving this physical body—her "heart," her entire thought process, and her emotional modules—has been completely reshaped by Zero One Technology's supreme command.
She is no longer herself.
Or rather, she became a more "perfect" version of herself.
Her past memories as "Kujo Aya"—the experience she gained in the police force, her intricate network of connections, and even every subtle fighting instinct—were all preserved intact.
They are now cold entries in the database, efficient tools that can be called up at any time.
And the sole "197" pointing to these tools, the sole reason for her existence, has transformed from the past "museum," that ridiculous old ruler, into Su Chen before her eyes.
Absolute, unquestionable, written into the core program, loyalty.
"very good."
Su Chen's voice was deep, carrying a hint of undisguised admiration.
He examined the nine ribbons as if admiring a perfect work of art, a deadly weapon about to be put into use.
"From today onwards, you will no longer be alone."
"You will be leading a new department that I have carefully prepared for you, together with another partner."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand slightly.
Beside him, a heavy alloy door slid open silently, revealing a path leading to another, even more fortified laboratory.
Behind the shadow of the door, a figure stood silently.
She was a woman wearing a well-tailored black suit, with a cool and capable demeanor, and also sporting a stylish short bob.
Her eyes were sharp as knives, and she exuded a powerful aura that kept strangers at bay.
It was the specialized combat-type Humagear, the "Ya Blade," which had been secretly manufactured and had all its combat procedures finalized.
Her very existence is for killing and protection.
"Her name is Ren Yua."